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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 6836239" data-attributes="member: 6804768">In disgust, Aust takes stock of the situation. ~What just happened?~  His knowledge of lycans was woefully inadequate, but this little one was so easy to dispatch as he himself might regard this as a murder.  ~The talisman...I wonder if it was holding back the transformation or simply a trinket denoting her tribe?~  Hopefully Jabbar would know the answer to that question.  Hopefully Jabbar wouldn't hand him over to the Vulkyrie on the general principle of making such a nasty mess of the night.  Were it not so obvious by the wound and the blood, he would have most readily used the opportunity to cast Avar in the worst light.~What am I thinking?  I am jealous of a sundered dwarf.  By Archaeos, I need more wine.~And with that, Aust Thale began the unpleasant task of cleaning up his work.  He put as much thought and gentle care into sopping the blood and cleaning her broken body as he didn't into killing her.  Truth be told, he did not come by bloodlust naturally.  However, when he fought, he fought  to win.  His intent was to leave his opponent bereft of both will and ability to come at him again.  As this little one began to change and become a threat, he simply ended the threat.  Still, he could at least offer some dignity in disposing of the body before that sundered dwarf came back.  Avar would simply toss her into a canvas bag and dump her in the sewers like so much garbage.  No, he'd at least do this much.  Not that she'd notice.  Someone would miss her.  Her tribe would come looking.  If they were lycans, they would come for the scent.  ~oh no.  I need to get her the HELL out of here!~He redoubled his efforts, taking care to not completely rush the job, but quickening his pace.  He needed to get the body out of here and clean the scene.</blockquote>

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